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60 'They're floating still,' I've said to myself,
 * 'And Sir John has found the goal;

The Erebus and the Terror, mates,
 * Are icebergs up at the Pole!'

"We sailed due North, to Baffin's Bay,
 * And cruised through weeks of light;

'Twas always day, and we slept by the bell.
 * And longed for the dear old night,

And the blessed darkness left behind,
 * Like a curtain round the bed;

But a month dragged on like an afternoon
 * With the wheeling sun o'erhead.

We found the whales were farther still,
 * The farther north we sailed;

Along the Greenland glacier coast,
 * The boldest might have quailed,

Such shapes did keep us company;
 * No sail in all that sea,

But thick as ships in Mersey's tide
 * The bergs moved awfully